Ben wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting from a party thrown by the Rascals. Working at the club sure lent itself to grand ideas of beer kegs and old leather dads, but the decrepit asylum they’d wound up at made him reconsider not wearing real pants. It looked like something that Jesse dreamt up, or maybe something that dreamt up Jesse. Ben’s eyes lingered on the old, broken down sign directing them towards a hospital ward and deeply pondered his theory. Where did Jesse go anyway?
“My god, this place looks like a nightmare. I love it,” Miranda squealed, giving Ben’s elbow a squeeze. Flanked by both Bubbles and Buttercup, Ben and his slew of busty babes were easily the most colourful (and naked) things among the slow pour of skeptical party-goers.
Kelly looked far less impressed as she stepped over broken glass and nudged Ben’s foot out of the way as he tromped through the place like a graceless golem. “It definitely has character. Hey M, did you bring the stuff?”
“Obviously, where’s Ben gonna put it? In his ass?” Miranda and Kelly exchanged looks across the expanse of Ben’s chest before passing out a stash of what looked like bubble gum from her purse. She poured a pile of pink squares into Ben’s hands, stuffing a couple of them into the tiny, useless pockets cut into his little lycra shorts. “You’re gonna need a lot. I know you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ben scrunched his face as Kelly packed a piece of gum into his mouth and turned his cap backwards.
“You’re going to lose them all is what she means,” Kelly explained politely, although they all knew what she meant was that he was going to give them all away either by hand or by mouth. “Don’t eat them all at the same time, Ben. I don’t want last year happening again.”
Ben smacked his gum, already distracted by the speckling of people coming in through their entrance. “Don’t worry, I taped my shorts on this year,” he told her absently as he tipped his chin up over her blonde pig tails and hollered at no one in particular before impulsively throwing a handful of bubblegum into the crowd. “Happy Halloween, you guys!”
Both girls cried his name in horror as they watched their drugged candy spray into the masses like pink acid rain.









